Michael Phelps, love life

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Samantha POV

It's the day before the start of the Olympics. Meaning that the nerves are starting to kick in. I have become good friends with Diana and Kaitlin, in the last week.

I think we have one or two relays together along with Nat, which are the individual medleys, but I'm not really sure what relays I'm in, and to be honest I don't really want to think about the relays at the moment, because I feel like they're the races where you have the most pressure.

We only have a short practice today, as Bob wants us to relax before racing tomorrow, as we have an early start. As most of the swimmers have races tomorrow, it means that a lot of us won't be at the opening ceremony tonight. Even though that's disappointing, as who doesn't want to be in the opening ceremony, we came here to race. I know that Michael didn't get to go to the opening ceremony last year either.

I decide to pack my bag for tomorrow, as it'll be an early start. I get out my team America swim costume and place it on to the bed, along with my hat, and goggles, and spare googles. When you're a swimmer you learn that you must always have at least one spare pair of goggles, and a spare swimming costume, as you never know what accidents could happen. I don't even want to start on what incidents have happened to me.

I finish packing my swim stuff for tomorrow, and decide to go to the sitting area/kitchen. I don't know what to call it, as it's open planned, so we will stick with that name.

I see Ryan, Michael and Nat sat down on the sofa, so I go to join them. "You nervous about tomorrow?" Michael asks me, as I sit down.

I nod. "How about you?" I ask him.

"Definitely, I feel more pressure to win, but then again I feel more prepared." He says.

I have definitely grown to like Michael. He is so kind, though can be serious, especially when it comes to competitions. He isn't very loud either, which I like, and yes he is kinda hot, but I can't get involved in that sorta stuff, as I need to concentrate. Anyway he probably doesn't like me, so why think about it.

Everyone starts talking about tomorrow, making me more, and more nervous. I usually like nerves, but not really like this. I feel, a lot more pressure then normal. Which is probably because I'm swimming for my country. Michael seems to notice me not speaking, due to the nerves.

"You okay?" He whispers to me. I nod. "Nerves?" He asks. I nod again.

He turns to face me, "Samantha trust me you have no need to be nervous. You are amazing at swimming, and will definitely do well. This has always been your dream, and it's now turning into a reality. This is the worst pep talk ever, but then again it's Bobs job to give them, but trust me if you jut go out and do your best, you'll make me and everyone else proud." He says, while smiling.

"Thank you." I say, and I give him a hug.

A/N
I'm back! Sorry I was away for so long, but I'm back now, and I will try and up date this once or twice every week, well at least once. Sorry I was gone for so long.